His mental comment made her smirk, the corner of her lips quirking for a moment. Only for a moment, though, because she knew Issac's 'avoidant' look as well as she knew her own. It took effort to let it go, not to push the matter and make him talk to her. There were very few people that Elia could really muster a sense of patience for, but he was one of them; she would let him come to her at his own pace... within reason.
"Too much light and love makes me nauseated," she commented lightly, trying not to be concerned at his sense of panic. It had a sharp, acrid taste to it, a bitter edge that didn't suit him. And it didn't suit her at all, either. Instead of focusing on it, she sat up and slid over his hips, both hands stroking his chest. "Besides, Kennet would never forgive me if I made everyone sick and uncomfortable all at once."
"Well, we miss not sleeping with you. You know I need a lot of attention," she joked, dipping her head to catch his lips with hers. "And I miss yours. I like it better when you're warm beside me, heart of mine."